Gopi, in his quest for some money, knocked at Mr. Sharma’s house where his father worked as a gardener. He, in his own sugar coated words, denied to give any money. Gopi was upset but the moment his eyes fell on the exquisite flower vase kept on a table beside the couch his desperation peaked. He asked for a glass of water. The moment Mr. Sharma disappeared into the kitchen Gopi went straight in and grabbed the vase. He wanted to put it inside his bag when Madhuri appeared in the room.
She was Mr. Sharma’s only child and, perhaps, used to live elsewhere for Gopi had seen her only once before. She was sitting by a window and he was working with his father in the garden. And one look at her made him connect to that portion of his soul where all the will to fight life lay.
Gopi was taken aback seeing Madhuri in the room. He didn’t know she was there at home else he would have never attempted such a mindless act. He immediately loosened his grip and kept the vase back on the table in haste. Gopi didn’t even dare to look into her eyes. He simply dashed out of the house dressed in utter shame. From now on, his within hollered, his first love would know him as the boy who tried to steal her vase. As a thief!
Seconds after Gopi went away, with the snake of guilt around his conscience, Madhuri called out to her father, “Papa, would you please bring me my dark glasses and the stick. I want to go out for a walk.”
By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY
22 comments:
Very good.specially the twist at last.ekta jaygaye tui "Gopi" na lekhe "Gobi"likhechish.ota change korish.But the story is really good n touchy.
Corrected!!! thank u :)
hey the story seems really nice and interesting.....i like d way u compare n contrast the release of emotions......good one!!!!!!!!!!
nice one bud! it lingers on long after you are through with the reading... keep the good work going bud! YAWP!
Thanks Chekov :)
DATS WAT I CALL KILLING PEOPLE"S HEART WITH FEW WORDS...KEWL!!!
Shukriya Supriya :D!
once again .....what i was looking for ....really incredible....
you rock ...NOVO..u Rock
Thank u Raji partner!!! :)
Nice one Novo, but kinda predictable. The blog title and the presence of another person in the room made for an all too familiar plot.
What happened to the posts like the noonday and setting sun?
The sting in the story wasn't the point of it ... something else was ... thanks anyways /\rka! :)
Beautifully written ......sensitive n heart warming.I loved the title.
thank u for the comment Prachi.
really touching story... gud work... keep it up.
Thank u! :)
hey really nice story :)
Thanks
you are amazing simply AMAZING.nad some more love stories.plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.is this enough to make u write another one?"bhalo thaeko?
really good peace of work...the twist in the end gives life to the whole story...
Thanks for pouring in Riya!
felt lyk heard d plot sumwhr b4...but den ur way of narration is 10/10...
thanks anyways :)
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